Shipwreck. Day 2 - Into the Jungle

"I don't know," Albert said, splashing more water in his face. "I'd like to go after them. But when there were five of us they didn't have any trouble taking us down. There's only two of us now."

He rubbed some more at his eyes. "I can almost see again," he said with something that bordered on a tone of relief. "Then again, I don't know if we should wait and let the trail go cold. What do you think glitter-tits? You make the call."

Glitter-tits? She had been called worse, but this one actually made Fe laugh. She sighed and looked at the foot prints on the ground, if they left and came back those would probably be gone and then Eddie, Hank and James would never stand a chance. "I say we go after them... It might be easier just us two. If we have a clumsy group of us then we might not of any use at all." she nodded beside him once more. "When you're ready we'll head out." she smiles at Albert.

He points out the signs of passage on the trail. "Looks like they dragged them along rather than carrying," he said. "And there's spots of blood too, so someone is hurt."

The two of them follow the trail, finding drag marks and bent or broken plant life along the way; indicating that they are going the right direction. They come to a stream and the dragmarks lead to it but do not appear to continue on the other side.

The stream is maybe knee deep and ten feet accross, the current seems relatively mellow and it leads in a generally direct route through the forest. Albert wades into the center of the stream and looks up and down it.